Page 187 of Green Flag
If she was telling me to stay back, it was true. It washim.
The man who had taken my career. Who had tried to ruin my life. Who had taken all of my innocence. Who had manipulated and burned a skewed idea of romance and love into my all-too-giving heart. Who was inches from my sister.
I wrenched his shoulder back, and with all the power I’d gained in the last few months that was rightfully mine and had always been there, I threw my fist into his face.
Just as Luca had taught me.
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Chapter 37
Luca
Nix stood mid-conversation, completely ignoring his new manager. He looked across the large room of partygoers, face serious, before he lightly punched my shoulder and sprinted across the room. I was on his heels. No questions asked.
Livie stood at the edge of one of the adjoining rooms and ushered us through to an absolute shit show.
A man at the bar was splattered in blood — his shirt had blossoms of red, growing and soaking on his chest. But his face was an absolute picture.
She’d broken his nose.
My chest warmed with pride, until I could see past the blood to who exactly it was she had punched.
Pedro Velazco.
My grin only stalled when I saw who was sitting at the bar beside him. In a dress that I knew her father would disapprove of. Fia Bacque.
But she was smirking, looking pretty pleased with herself.
A handful of people had started to gather around the commotion, glancing at each other as if they couldn’t quite believe what had happened. I could.
“Careful now,” Pedro said, patting his nose with a serviette. He closed his eyes tight, winced, but said, “Security will be here to haul you away.”
Haul, they absolutely would not. No one would touch her. Especially him. The only way he’d get the blessing of her touch would be if she’d punched him again. And I would cheer and woop.
I wasn’t a betting man; I was willing to bet my life on her.
“Not when I tell them you bought a drink for a minor, they won’t!”
“Hey,” I said to Everly’s back.
She nodded, shoulders lowering.
I had no intention of getting involved unless she asked me. My girl could handle herself.
“Look at her,” Pedro laughed and gestured with both hands at her sister. “She doesn’t look like a minor, does she? Showing herself off just like you used to.”
I’d let her handle it, but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t punch him into the ground when she was done. If he was still breathing.
“Fuck you,” she snarled, prowling forward.
“Fuck me? You’ve always been so desperate,” he sighed and chucked his dirty serviette on Fia. She screwed up her nose and, with the tips of her finger and thumb, placed it in his drink.
Everly’s sister through and through.
“Such a big mouth for such a weak man,” Everly said, shaking her head in disbelief. She stepped forward, and whateverexpression she had on her beautiful face, made him inch back on the stool. “You couldn’t handle a woman with agency, with power, with choice. That’s why you hunted girls. Because deep down, you knew—you’d never survive a real woman seeing you for what you are.”
He went to speak but she laughed. “You’re a weak, disgusting boy who needed to control someone to feel like a man. And guess what? I grew up. And you? You stayed pathetic.”
